Forever, Never Gone
A freeze frame of my thoughts
Remembering those who I have lost
Holding on to their memories
Their sacrifices will never be forgotten
In a day I could have some cherished moments with them
In an hour I could have sketched a picture of each of them
In a minute I could see them all in my mind
In a second they were all dead
The time passes by so slowly
As every second ticks by I start to forget
But I force my mind to hold on
Their images starting to fade
I finally give up and let the memories fade
It has been several weeks since that day
The battle is over; we won. I won
The cost: everyone close to me is dead
Buffy; Buffy is all that I have left
Can I go to her?
Will she take me in?
And Spike... what will she think of him?
I won't tell her
She'll never know he was back
I can find comfort in her
She can help me find myself
I have to lie, to save myself
Is that selfish?
Should I tell her? No
I can't. She'll get angry and demand to know why he didn't call
I leave the office
I catch a plane
I land in Italy and go to Andrew's apartment
She's there, all alone
I knock on the door, she opens
I smile and she smiles back
Hi, I say. She smiles and invites me in
I've already been inside I tell her
She invites me in anyway
She senses that something is wrong
I end up telling her everything
She's comforting and makes me feel better
The memory of your friends will never fade
She says
And she's right
She's always right
All these years we've had our differences
She forgets it all and helps me
She doesn't help me get over them and try to forget
She helps me to store the memories permanently
I sketch a picutre of each of them
From memory
I even draw Spike, yet Buffy doesn't ask why
I'm still waiting for her to ask
I explain it to her anyway
It helps that she knows
It means I'm not lying to her
She trusts me again
The sketches I pin to a board in the basement
Where she lets me stay
They form a collage
Forever to live on my wall
Forever they'll stay as a reminder
I'll never let the memory fade
It's nice, Buffy says
She likes my art
The sketches are on the wall
Night has fallen
I lay on the old bed, which is now mine
And stare across the room in the dim light
The pictures almost jump out at me
It's not your fault, Angel
It's not your burden
Don't let it be, Wesley says
We'll always be here with you Angel
Fred whispers to me
Am I delirious?
Am I seeing things?
They aren't really there on the wall
They are with me, in my head
They'll always be with me
Forever, never gone
Author's Note: I don't really know where this came from. I went to bed the other night and the first two lines came to me. I began typing and just let it all flow. I think it's kinda nice. Angel goes from losing his friends, to mourning for weeks before deciding to go to Italy and meet up with Buffy. Here, she helps him forever remember his friends, and Spike. I liked that I was able to do it with Angel's sketches, since he's so good. Please review and tell me what you think.
A question for my readers: Can David Boreanaz actually draw that good, or did an artist do it for his character? Anybody know? Just curious...